ok, time to speed things a bit up:All the Sour Men are retreating, chased by a mob of angry Orks. Most of you are too injured to share in the fun. Spork stabs one human and feasts on his heart while Snorkhas trouble to keep up, his short legs just won't run fast enough.

Pork must watch helplessly as the Car with Big on board slowes down alongside the Reserve Group. For now Big playes dead. When the first human gets into reach he goes Berserk. He frees his feet and jumps right into them swinging his axe in deadly circles. He takes down two humans and wounds another before he is finally overwhelmed. This time they make sure that the big Ork is really DEAD.Some wounded soldiers are put onto the backseat, then they get moving towards the woods. But instead of safety doom awaits them there. Two Trolls break through the underbrush. With one swing of their mighty clubs, the Car is turned over. A second swing turns three soldiers into a bloody mess. What is left of the Reserve Group is fleeing aimlessly.The Trolls sit down and begin to eat the Car. So far no other (grown up) Ork has noticed them. They are all focued on the remains of the Main Group that is running the other way. Dork, Pork and Dog can see them every well. What they see lets shivers run down their spines, although they would deny that.